All Chapters of Fake Dating My Highschool Bully: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liam“…we fake-dated to help one another. Now, it’s over, and we’re moving on… and I wish Liam and Abigail a happy married life…”I’d watched her little speech more times than I could count. There was something about those words that undid me. I knew she’d cried—the shades were proof.And God, I wanted to run into her arms and tell her I wasn’t leaving. Ask her to officially be my girlfriend—my wife, even—and confess how much I loved her. But I couldn’t. Not now.I could only see her through my phone, through the news. I couldn’t reach out. I couldn’t explain. I was a threat to her now.“What do you think about this one?”I lifted my eyes from my phone to Abigail, who did a small spin in the wedding dress she was trying on. My mother—no, my manager—stood beside her, both of them wearing identical, fake smiles.I’d never felt hate this intense before.The kind that made my stomach churn just from looking at them. The kind that twisted something ugly inside my chest.I clicked my phone

Liam“…we can do something, right?” I asked, pacing the room. There was a brief pause on the other end.“Yeah. We can indeed do something.”Those words were enough to make my day.I’d contacted one of the highest-ranking tech CEOs in the country. A friend of a friend. According to him, it was possible to corrupt—or if needed—permanently delete a file.“Okay, so how do we go about this?” I asked. Papers shuffled on the other end.“What kind of file are we talking about here?”I stopped pacing, drawing in a deep breath.“Well, records of my girlfriend that, if released to the media… her whole life—” I exhaled. “Her career would be jeopardized.”No one should have control over information like that. I’d trusted my PR manager—who had since been fired. She’d signed a damn contract.If I’d known, I would’ve gone through every clause repeatedly. But the damage was done.“Sex tapes?” Mr. Thompson asked flatly.I coughed. “What the hell? Of course not. Well—” I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m

Maya “I’m ending my contract with the agency due to personal and professional reasons… I’m also suing them… Yes, the wedding is called off…” I frowned as I replayed Liam’s press conference again. Something wasn’t adding up. He was calling off the wedding just as abruptly as it had been announced. And Liam loved acting—he wouldn’t pull out of his agency without a valid reason. And sue them? That was wild. What really happened? Despite the barrage of questions from the press, he answered none of them. Instead, he seemed in a hurry to leave. It was confusing. But then again, it wasn’t my life. It was his. And I wasn’t—wouldn’t be—in the picture anymore. I had enough on my plate. With a sigh, I shut off my phone and rolled onto my back, staring at the dark ceiling. I’d left the window shutters open so the cool air drifted in while I lay in bed. I sighed again, turning onto my side and staring into nothing as sleep slowly overtook me. I had a long day tomorrow. I could use th

Liam“You’re family?” The doctor asked, walking into the room. I stood up from the bed and stared down at Maya who had passed out.When we came in, the nurses had made sure she was stable, connected her to an IV before they left to get the doctor and I’d stepped out to get something for her to eat before she woke. Only to see her trying to escape.My chest tightened and I nodded, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Yeah. I’m her boyfriend,” I muttered before staring right at the man. He gave a nod, walking closer to her.He narrowed his eyes.“She’s bleeding,” he pointed out and I ran my fingers through my hair.“She had tried to leave and disconnected the IV herself,” The man hummed before picking up her chart and going through it.“There’s no internal injuries…” he flipped the page over and glanced at me before returning his eyes to the chart. “Which is good considering her condition. An internal injury would have been catastrophic,” I perked up.“Her condition?” My heartbeat slow

LiamMy mother was dead. Long ago.Before I even got a chance to meet her because I was a damn baby. I’d killed my mum at childbirth.Dad had employed the woman I’d known my whole life —Lauren — as a nanny to me, and it was much easier since she was also a nursing single mother.So, she’d moved in with us and took care of me. Not until, her baby’s daddy won custody of their daughter and took her away.Years went by and she and my dad got involved romantically and got married, which didn’t even work out.It made sense why my dad took me with him to Italy after the divorce. Why she didn’t get custody and didn’t bother reaching out in the ten years I’d gone.Worse still, I didn’t even suspect anything.It was all because she wasn’t my mother. She only took care of me because my dad paid her and later on, she despised me when my father made it clear he wasn’t going to send me away just so her daughter could come in.This whole thing was fucked up. Especially hearing it from someone else.